Luyện nghe bài hát Stations Of The Cross

Tempest up from a squall
Past the Cape of Bad into the Gulf of the Cauldron
Roars the coastline to batter and flatten
Exposing the roots like in the dyed of slattern

The scrapper and mauler in a rope ring small
Outside the wind is punchin', no one to hear it
No one hears the bell except the one who comes to fear it
And they continue to

He's buyin' his way into heaven I
He at the blows
But down in a location that we disclose
He turns the slowly
Through the of the Cross

Crowd done up dandy in diamonds and
Bayin' and howlin', all callin'
Fists like pistons, faces meat spoilin'
Haul, boys, haul, bully-boys,

Later in the evenin', Molly and her
Go down the to the dive like a dungeon
in the backroom, there's a girl like a sponge
Sayin', "Bring him as a constable's truncheon"

The gunman wants to kingdom come
Then blows them all to the
Who's scuttling away now and hidden from our
Who the tourniquet, turning her blue?

They're themselves into heaven I suppose
the gates are closed
But down in a location that we disclose
turn the dial slowly
Through the of the Cross

The gale of hale laughter up the ivory
Black keys of her fine whine descend into the
Die away breathless diminishin' her
Haul, boys, haul, bully-boys,

The water up to the eaves
You'd think someone had opened a
too soon to stay now and too late to leave
So spare your remorse all the way up to

hurlin' themselves into heaven I suppose
Before the are closed
But down in a location that we disclose
They turn the dial
the Stations of the Cross
Through the of the Cross

the Stations of the Cross